Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Boyd
Luke Boyd
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Composer
Luke Boyd
Luke Boyd
Composer
Chris Noxx
Chris Noxx
Composer

Lyrics

I got love for you
Yes I do, but are you really true?
'Cause you too good at playing cool
Thinkin' what to do
What do I do?
I gave all my time in seconds
That was up to you
Okay, look
I know mischievous people
Got me uneasy with people
How come the selfish and greediest people
Always seem like they're the neediest people
I don't need hidden agendas
I can't believe we were that close
You know I went at this flat out
But you thought if I made it you'd cash out
Oh yeah, I know
(I know, I know, I know)
You complain about what I didn't do
You should think about what I did for you
Instead of ridicule, get a different view
But you don't
(You don't, you don't, you don't)
I don't need fake smiles and the slick talk
I know you can't wait 'til I slip up
And talk it real, like not just hip hop
And you know, if you don't care
If you don't care, keep it genuine
You can talk that shit 'til the end of time
But don't try to front
You ain't a friend of mine
I need some loyalty
(Some loyalty, loyalty)
Some try to apologize for the unforgiven
Some got your back
Some stab you in it
Cold love
I got love for you
Yes I do, but are you really true?
'Cause you too good at playing cool
Thinkin' what to do
What do I do?
I gave all my time in seconds
That was up to you
You don't care
(You don't care)
You don't care
Cold love, it's cold love
You don't care
(You don't care)
You don't care
You don't, you don't, you don't care
You don't care
Yeah
Money
(Money, money)
Does good things, does evil things
Pulls peoples' string, it makes egos big
It makes people kings and do deceitful things
I know
(I know, I know, I know)
When they asked about me you would show me love
Now they ask and you just kinda shoulder shrug
Used to hold me up, now you cold as fuck
My bro
(My bro, my bro, my bro)
I don't need fake love or fake lap dance
I don't need anybody tryna take from me
Tryna fuck me over like the tax man
I don't
(I don't, I don't, I don't)
So I walked out quick on the in crowd
'Cause I know now who really been down
If you stuck around and never skipped town
(You don't, you don't care)
Don't try to congratulate me on my success
When as soon as I leave the room
You still comment on what I do and how I dress
High school was shit
(Shit, shit, shit)
Take a puff or two just to get me through
Feelin' cynical but that's typical
Need to hold up from that cold love 'cause you
I got love for you
Yes I do, but are you really true?
'Cause you too good at playing cool
Thinkin' what to do
What do I do?
I gave all my time in seconds
That was up to you
You don't care
(Yo, yo, you hear?)
You don't care
Yeah, cold love, it's cold love
You don't care
(Yo, yo, you, you, you hear?)
You don't care
You don't, you don't, you don't care
(Up in this real shit)
(Up in this real shit)
You don't care
(Bumpin' every night)
(Bumpin' every night)
Yeah
(Up in this real shit)
(Up in this real shit)
Yeah
(Bumpin' every night)
(Bumpin' every night)
Shiver me timbers
I feel the love cold in December
That bitter wind keeps blowing in
Local force, I'm one to soak it in
It's making me shiver
I'm pushing on through the winter
'Cause they say they want me to win
But that's only if it does something for them
It's cold love
Written by: Chris Noxx, Luke Boyd, Tory Lanez
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